Whispers

As I walk down the wooded path the anxious takes over and my mind races. The whispers in the forest wash over me in a heavy fog of doubt. As the darkness settles in, I can not see the road ahead any more. My insecurities and self doubt reach for my hand to guide the way. I can not entertain their presence. Already so broken, they thrive on my defeat. Their intention is one of malice. They have waited in my shadows since my first breath. I refuse for them to be present when I take my last. In all my brokenness, there are still pieces of strength left. I must gather them in order to get past the trees and into the meadow. There, my life can begin again in the manner it was meant. There, the whispers get carried away by the wind and the warmth of the sun pulls me forward to a new horizon.